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In the balmy breath of the early spring,
In the warbling notes that her songsters sing,
In her bursting buds, and her fragrant flowers,
In her azure skies and her golden hours,
In the leafy woods and the meadows green,
Are thy powers displayed, and thy breathings seen.
Thou art found in the ocean’s wide expanse,
When the gentle waves in the sunbeams dance,
Or propelled by the storm’s resistless might,